As I fix my gaze upon a looking glass, all I notice is dejection and fained happiness, I see an isolated, emotionally scarred and mentally drained silhouette of my former self.
All I can comprehend from the mirror of existence is pain, destitute, isolation and total misery, yet at the dawn of each day, I wake up and clothe myself, I put on an over lay of happiness and peace but it is all just a sham, as the possibility of me experiencing anything remotely in semblance of what I portray is so bleak and distant that I don't even bother to try because after so many trial I still end up feeling the same way, so I just do the next best thing, PRETEND.
I dab of my teary eyes and put on a huge smile, I have destroyed the last bit of evidence of my real life, after all fake it till you make it but till then the cycle of pain continues.
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